Does That Athletic Cup Come in 6x?

Momservation: Nothing diffuses a tense t-ball game like the coach stopping to tie shoe laces.

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It’s Little League baseball season. So you know what that means. It’s time to go sit on the visitor’s side to keep yourself in check and not get bounced from the stands for overzealous cheering/sideline coaching.

In honor of America’s pastime – baseball – here’s a mom’s list of ways you know it’s Little League baseball season (excerpted from A Tale of Two Mommies, my award winning online column written with Jen Hall from 2009).

You know it’s Little League season when…

…you realize there is an actual difference between soccer cleats and baseball cleats.

…you’re forced to do laundry more frequently to keep up with the dirty uniform.

…you don’t want your child to slide into base because then you will definitely have to wash the uniform.

…you start the season complaining about the cold and end the season complaining about the heat.

…even though you aren’t supposed to keep score, you secretly do.

…you always make sure you have change in your pocket for a sno-cone after the game.

…or you threaten to take away the post-game sno-cone if they don’t listen.

…your younger children are on a first name basis with the snack shack volunteers.

…during a two hour baseball game nachos never sounded so good.

…you make a note of buying white underwear when you can see your son’s camouflage print underwear through his uniform pants.

…you try to convince the coaches to use the white baseball pants instead of the gray ones so that you can at least use bleach.

…your purse in never without sunflower seeds and Big League Chew.

…there’s a constant thumping of balls and bats rolling around in the back of the car.

…you wonder if you’ll ever find a cup small enough to fit your six year old son.

…a missing glove can cause mass hysteria.

…it takes more time to get your kid’s baseball gear on than it does for them to be up to bat.

2 comments

  1. Betsy says:

    This is PRICELESS! I joke that the kids’ cups are either the size of a teabag, or a breadbox: why isn’t there anything in between?

    • kellimwheeler says:

      Classic, I love it! It must be because men design them, Betsy. I think they want to believe their packages are the size of a breadbox and the poor saps whose aren’t are all the size of teabags in comparison. 😉

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